My little Crushermaniacs, that light is coming for me. It's different from that light that first brought me here, brother. But the Crusher knows what that means. That light wants her to move on. If the Crusher tried to fight it, we all know she'd win, brother. But it's time to go on. The little Crushers will keep that legacy alive, I feel. Keep those green mohawks and raise those glasses of milk up high in pride.
The Crusher knows you still support her, brother, and she'll never forget it. You've all made the Crusher proud.